It's that time again--time for the Annual Brigid Poetry Festival (aka Blogger's Silent Poetry Reading). I invite you to join me, and leave me a comment if you do so I can click over and read your poem.
Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
by James Wright
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year's horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
Mine's up: http://0521kt.wordpress.com/2011/02/01/bloggers-silent-poetry-reading/
I like this poem.
Posted by: kate | February 01, 2011 at 02:48 PM
Wasted? With a view like that? Nice choice, Amy!
Posted by: Carrie K | February 02, 2011 at 05:49 PM
You know, you could read it that he'd wasted his life doing anything but admiring that changing view. Wish I was there.
Posted by: Carrie K | February 03, 2011 at 05:51 PM